Hopeless Vanity
You are supposed to see the light
That redemption only a god could offer,
By an effortless wave of hands
Or the fruitless concern for the fallen..
Daily we raised our hand; reached for the heavens
We lifted our pain, we sacrificed our voices.
On altars created by our thoughts and needs.
That fleeting lust in our eyes,
The grasp for peace has left us
Hoping for better days
Worshipping the structures we built.
Time has once again proven to be a god.
Ever illusive ever present.
Yea, he was the maker of many and tormentor of all.
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